Summer's over, the town is free To shine its lonely light on me It wraps itself around The awnings all come down 7-11 for a pack Under the trees it's nearly black Panic for your first attack It's brisk outside You're neatly packed She ain't buying none of it Says that you're all full of shit ♪ Fuck you dad You're not me I'm not you Don't you have better things to do Than fuck with me? I'm so mad Fuck you dad! ♪ Don't you have better things to do? ♪ Don't you have better things to do? ♪ Don't you have better things to do? ♪ Better things to do